| Imagine the burning embers
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| They glow below and above
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| Your sins you won’t remember
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| And all you’ll find there is love
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| I’m cloaked in smoke but feel no flames
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| Folks float around me but I see no wings
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| No halos or hounds, pitchforks or gates
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| Or omnipotent voice that picks course or fate
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| To the life of indecision build a dreamscape prison
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| Where light isn’t manufactured but captured inside a prism
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| In a state between asleep and awake
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| Feels closest to hypnosis where the infinite wait
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| Then the fog dissipates revealing crimson fields
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| Crept on by a fawn with flaming heels
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| Eyes red as stop signs and a mane of quills
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| As it gaze past hills of diamond trees
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| I see a silhouette rest upon golden knees
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| For the body of a goddess and a face of dreams
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| A half-naked Meagan Good in a pagan hood
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| Kiss me on the cheek, we didn’t speak but I understood
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| It wasn’t Heaven that I was seeking but a haven I sought
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| A canvas of the mind painted with my thoughts
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| Everything ain’t what it seems
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| I wake up to find I’m inside of a dream inside of a dream
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| See buried deep beside the seams of my screams
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| Of beings and otherworldly things rarely seen
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| Might be psychosis or maybe I chose this
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| The night approaches every time the eye closes
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| I see a burning bush, feel like I’m Moses
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| Burn so much kush I feel like amosis
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| All my images are morgues and wounds
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| And every fork in the road moves through Freud and Jung
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| In the darkness no orchard blooms
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| A state so dark, sparks from the torch is consumed
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| It’s like I live in a fortress of doom
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| In the forest where the blood pores were forced from my wounds
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| My body aches from this lobotomy, a part of me shakes
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| Open my eyes, I’m awake, awake
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| Ashes are burning brightly
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| The smoke can be seen from afar
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| So now you’re seeing how far
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| Ashes are burning the way |